Sleeping Dragon tell me is that déjà vu?

The hunt fell apart before her eyes. Watching on with her teeth clenched, she watched on as the goose slipped from the other’s reach and towards the sky. Allowing her anger to boil over, Freyja kept her eyes onto the piece of prey that flew off as the mystery of what exactly they had attempted to catch lived on and it mixed uneasily with the anger she felt.

She only looked to the other when she was complimented. Sighing, she turned to the other and pushed forward and offered a nod in recognition of his compliment. “You smell of my Heda’s pack, but I do not know you,” she commented, pausing before the muddied male and looked up to him curiously. She had many questions to ask of him, but she allowed this one to settle before bombarding him.